Hell Is Other People

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How the cards fall
depends on where the players stand
knee deep in ear drippings
of liquid cortex fascination
premature ego vaccination
cut the chord, count the dead
tell me now what does this
death rattle spray
remind you of?
Hope and decay?
or the same recycled carbon
biological biography of
steaming entrails entice
our shying mesmerized captivation
in eyes that minds regret to confess
eons of silly human prejudice
while the Gods finger paint
"Is", "is." "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment. -Robert Anton Wilson




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I really like the poem. I don't know how to explain it, but I can tell you it was beautiful. Not in the happy fake poem kind of way.




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Why, thank you. Just for that, and because I'm an arbitrary buffoon, have all of my points. :o
"Is", "is." "is" — the idiocy of the word haunts me. If it were abolished, human thought might begin to make sense. I don't know what anything "is"; I only know how it seems to me at this moment. -Robert Anton Wilson



Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
— Brené Brown